He’s My Son
“Yes, it means a lot to me. This is a picture of my son, and I lost him when he was very young,” Mrs. Wilson answered, as the expression on her face changed to sad. Looking at her, you could see that she had a story to tell.
The feeling that engulfed her made her forget what a long day she had had. She had put it all behind her, and all she could think about was her son. Meanwhile, her words made the other business class passengers feel sorry for her as they buckled up to listen to her story. What had she been through?
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